The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the damp had seeped into the very stone of the guesthouse where I was held, a prisoner of my own ambition. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the phantom weight of gold pressing against my temples. In the dream, my father’s circlet sat upon the brow of King Aldric, who smiled with a mouth full of teeth like chisels. I am a scribe, or so...

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